𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒚𝒎𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 29

Ishani secured the handcuffs around his wrists, then guided him to the edge of the bed, taking a seat on the bedside table in front of him. She spread her legs slightly, allowing him a teasing glimpse of the moist, pink folds between her thighs.

"Oh, what's this?" she teased, feigning innocence as she squeezed her breasts through the sheer fabric of her lingerie. "I hope you don't mind if I make myself comfortable, darling."

Armaan shifted uncomfortably, his member straining against his pants as he watched her with hungry eyes. Ishani bit her lip, a playful smile on her lips as she slid her fingers down her stomach, tracing the contours of her body.

"Oh dear," she murmured, her voice dripping with seduction. "It seems I've got myself all worked up. Maybe I should take care of that, hmm?"

She slid one hand between her legs, letting out a low moan as she began to stroke herself in slow, sensual circles.

Armaan watched, entranced, as Ishani's fingers glided over her swollen bud, teasing and tantalizing herself with each stroke. The sight of her pleasure, so open and unabashed, sent a surge of desire through his body.

"Ishani," he groaned, his voice hoarse with need. "You're killing me."

She smiled, her eyes hooded with desire. "Not yet, darling," she purred. "But I'm happy to drive you to the edge."

Ishani reached up with her free hand, cupping her breasts and squeezing them through the sheer fabric of her lingerie. Her hips began to rock against her fingers, the sensation of pleasure mounting with each sensuous stroke.
"Oh god, Armaan," she gasped, her breathing quickening as she approached the edge. "I'm so close. So close..."
With a final cry, Ishani's body convulsed in pleasure, her hand drenched in her juices as she climaxed against her fingers. She brought her hand to Armaan's lips, tracing them with her wet digits.

Armaan hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward, his tongue darting out to taste the essence of her pleasure. The tang of her juices was intoxicating, the smell of her desire filling his senses as he began to lick and suck her fingers.
Ishani moaned, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she watched him savor her taste. "That's it, darling," she purred. "Enjoy the fruits of my labor."
Armaan groaned, his cock straining against his pants as he submitted to her desires.

Ishani slid off the table, her hands roaming over his chest and stomach as she knelt in front of him. She unbuttoned his pants, her eyes never leaving his as she freed his hard member from its confines.
Armaan groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft. She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head as she sucked him deeper.
Armaan's breath hitched, his body straining against the handcuffs as he fought the urge to touch her. "Ishani," he gasped, his voice strained with pleasure.

Ishani took him deeper, her lips sliding up and down his shaft with a sensuous rhythm that threatened to unravel his self-control. She moaned around him, her body swaying with the rhythm of her movements as she brought him closer and closer to the edge.
Armaan's hands clenched into fists, his whole body shaking with the need to touch her. "Please, Ishani," he begged, his voice strained. "Please let me touch you. I need to feel you."
Ishani pulled away, her lips glistening with his pre-cum as she met his gaze.

Ishani wrapped her lips around his cock once more, taking him deep into the back of her throat as she sucked him with renewed vigor. Armaan's hips bucked, his body straining against the handcuffs as he struggled to contain his release.
"Yes, Ishani," he groaned, his voice hoarse with pleasure. "Yes... oh god, yes..."
With a final, powerful thrust, Armaan erupted into her mouth, his seed spilling down her throat as she swallowed him greedily.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Ishani crawled back onto the bed, the handcuffs' key jingling in her hand. She unlocked the handcuffs, freeing Armaan's hands and allowing him to pull her against him.
"Now," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "It's my turn."
Armaan's hands roamed over her body, tugging at her lingerie until it fell away, revealing the soft curves of her skin. He guided her onto her back, positioning himself between her legs as he slid into her with a single, powerful thrust.
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Ishani cried out as he filled her, her body arching against him as he began to move within her. His thrusts were powerful, driving her towards the brink of ecstasy as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her warmth.
Their bodies moved together in a primal rhythm, the sounds of their lovemaking filling the room as they surrendered to the pleasure of their union. Armaan leaned down, his lips finding hers as they kissed with urgent hunger, their tongues tangling in a dance as old as time.

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